(an overtly religious post about church culture and the adolescent turmoil)
I was driving into work the other day and I had a sort of mundane epiphany.
(Now for all of you non-religious readers, you may want to turn away now. Or, you may want to see what I have to say. I am NOT going to get crazy or anything.)
I realized that I believe in God. (I’m not to the epiphany yet.)
Kind of weird I know. It’s not that I’ve never believed in God, because, actually, I always have. But I just realized that I really do believe. Like, I can’t separate myself from that belief.
In the same moment, I realized (here is the epiphany) I don’t have any doubts about God.
So when I say “God,” I’m talking about the whole Christian spiel: Jesus, miraculously born of a virgin and dying on a cross to save the world because he loves us. I have literally no doubts about it.
God loves me. God loves you. Jesus was real. What he did really happened. (I’m kinda making myself itchy just writing these things because I really don’t like religious jargon or flowery spirituality, but there comes a point when you just have to rest in who you are.)
Let me explain why this was an epiphany and a mundane one at that. Continue reading “Why I Quit Trying to be a Good Christian”